You never left my speed dial
But when you call I'm always on trial
You put me in this prison cell
It fits a little too well
YOU ARE READING
The chapter of hurt and love.
PoesiaThis is the chapter of my life best expressed through words. The chapter of hurt and love.
From My Prison Cell
You never left my speed dial
But when you call I'm always on trial
You put me in this prison cell
It fits a little too well
